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206 ARIADNE." impatience; when they said she was amistressof Hilarion," he was content. He knew thattins was very base, so base that seeingithianyother manhe woidd have caUedit the dishonourof aknave. Yet soit was.Andstill there were times when standingbeforethe marble in the pure morning light, he thoughtwith many apang of that young life which hadbeen as pure as the hght of clay ere he hadcloudedit; and his conscience smotehim sorely,because byhis act, and by his wiU, for ever therewould lie across the lustre of her fame the heavyshadow of the world's reproach."You grow dull,"said the apes and the aspstohim; and he made them no answer: he hadalways forgotten all things so easily, and now, —for once, — he could not forget.Meanwhde Maryx was also inParis.He had not yielded to any other the care ofher labour, nor let any chance escape him ofbeing first to do her service. AAlien he heardand read, as he did, that her work was declaredgreater than his own (for the world is verymutable and false to its own idols) he was glad